Feast
Crosses worn by men
Are paper thin
Their light shines from within
A wreath of flame
You hail the splintered wood
And bloody thorn
And burn the book of names
When judgement comes
Feast you lion
On the supple lamb
Hallelujah amen
There's a sad black thing
You pass for an arm
It's tied slender strings
Around our hearts
Our spirits burn in the flames
Our voices drown in the zealotry
Our bodies give "˜neath the strain of the weight
Feast you lion
On the supple lamb
Hallelujah amen